Nicholas
"Hungry, Apphia? It's thirty minutes past 6, and you normally eat at this time."
We enter the VIP suite, and I help her out of her coat. " I've ordered your favorite meal, creamy Tuscan salmon."
" I'm not hungry," she sighs and sits on the couch, briefly closing her eyes.
"Your poor eating habits are not good for you, Apphia. You need to eat," She's already so thin and fragile, like she could break.
" You seem to know more about my eating habits, given this is the second time you are visiting me," she sounds a bit bitter. I stare at her and sit beside her.
" Are you upset that I haven't been here sooner?" I ask, humor dancing in my eyes. She turns her face away,
" I wish you often visited," she murmurs.
" I will," I promise.
Our eyes lock, and I have to tame my Lyc
